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Thats one thing thats cool on here Schoo, we're here to help each other. This place is a wealth of info, and experience in dealing with combat ptsd. Everyone here is looking for answers, and all of us here really give a shit about our brothers and sisters dealing with the beast. Glad you found this place Brother.
 
If you're going to park your f250 so close to my car I had to get in the passenger side then you should have used a topper or bed cover. I just opened two bags of popcorn and dumped them in your f*cking truck bed. Enjoy the thousands of seagulls.
 
f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck stupid f*cking shit. Ok so here it goes f*cking car accident almost a month ago took almost a month to get our f*cking car back between the f*cking insurance company and the f*cking repair shop then the f*cking rental company charges us a ass load of money for the rental that we had because we had to pay a little extra and knew we would have to pay a bit but they said they would f*cking call us before they f*cking took the money now our f*cking bank account is in the f*cking negative and we were going to pay a few f*cking bills with my wifes paycheck she was going to get on friday but now f*ck it we aren't going to pay shit because her paycheck will bairly get us into the positive... f*cking shit. Then my f*cking supervisor talks to me about if I want to go to a different squadron, re-enlist, separate or what I want to do before my date of separation in January of 2017 and I told her I haven't had time to think about it with all the stuff going on. She then tells me that I'm not doing my job well lately and that other people have had to cover for me. When nobody has had to f*cking cover shit for me. And I told her that I asked her what some of the things were and she couldn't name one damn single thing. I want to destroy the office and knock shit over but that will just get me into more trouble so I decided that venting on here would be a hell of a lot better. f*ck f*ck SHIT DAMN f*ck SHIT
 
Finding some samples from like 4 years ago when I was "in a band", basically dicking around in dive bars with some other 20-something year old vets after we decided hey let's be a band because we actually have something to say (but we never said it) because what are the chances a few people of varying guitar skill level would become friends with a competent drummer? In NYC, the chances are actually pretty high.

What was I thinking? How could I have been such a fool? Why didn't I ride it out for more than a hot second because there's some small chance it could have worked out? Just because I landed all the lead roles in high school musicals and then ensorcelled my bored buddies in Iraq with an acoustic guitar and a voice that's better described as "interesting" than "pretty" doesn't mean I could have pursued a career in music. There are a lot of talented people in the world. There was life. There was school. I wanted a real job at some point.

Being a rock star would be fun though.
 
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You know what's fun?. Submitting all your paper work to the VA and calling them for an update only to hear they "lost it." No suprise there I guess. I need to get in the gym and punch some bags.
 
Dumb mother f*ckers.. Meds aren't doing ANYTHING for anger. Furthermore, it's the only emotion I produce readily. Going to bitch slap if a mother f*cker asks me, " Have you killed anyone?" REALLY!?!??!?!??!?!
Done for now.
 
Sooooo f*cking cold. One more layer and I won't be able to bend. Like the goddamn staypuff marshmallow man, for f*cks sake. What kind of brainless moron would ever consider staying on purpose in such a drizzly damp godforsaken blighted forest, where nothing is ever f*cking dry??? Oh wait. Me.

Mountains with snow? Of course not. Beaches with surf? Pfft. I know, let's go f*cking settle in the one place that gives swamps a run for their money.

<grin> There. Haven't kicked over the inevitable in weeks. Chaseus keerist I hate this place, for true. Whole goddamn beautiful world out there. Am I out there in it? Of course not. Motherf*cking madness. I left this place at 17 for a reason. Can't blame anyone but myself for coming back. Damn northern territory grandparents who thought this was soooo much better than nothing to stop the wind from the poles except the occasional stray f*cking reindeer. Family. Visiting family is just never as good an idea as it sounds at the time.
 
Just about everything, waking up in the morning, having the house clean before my wife gets home just to find its a mess again before we go to bed, the meds not making the pain stop, my wife, the stupid diet my wife wants me to do with her, the fact I agreed to do it for 24 days (only 6 days left) the fact we paid hundreds to do this diet and who knows how many hundreds on the diets she did for a day and gave up on, not being allowed to get a hunting rifle even though my AR-15 isn't legal for big game in Colorado, and I could go on and on. The part that annoys me the most is I know this stuff shouldn't bother me but it somehow does.
 
How fast a mood can switch from having a helluva great night to just bone deep sad. f*ck sadness. I'll be pissed about the tissue paper I've grown for skin and needing to harden the f*ck up again, instead. C'mon ya little princess bitch. Find your spine. There's a good girl. ;) Grrrrr. Damn emotions.
 
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